Parenthood has taught me many things, but sometimes lessons can be quite embarrassing. My oldest daughter had just started kindergarten when they were given an assignment that I’m sure many of us did during our first school years. The teacher asked them to draw a picture on a paper plate that would then be collected and sent to be printed onto a plastic one that would be kept.
I was unaware of this project until one morning I happened to take her to school. It seems things have a way of working out; the aligning of planets, so to speak.
We arrived at school several minutes early, something that had happened very few times up to that point and very few times since. “Will you walk me in to school, Daddy?” my daughter asked, brown eyes glistening with love. Usually I only had time to drop her off with the monitor at the door and hurry on down the road to work, but I decided to indulge her since we were early.
I strolled down the hall while kids zipped to and fro, getting to their pods before the bell rang. I opened the door to the Kindergarten pod and allowed Lexi slip inside and join the sea of knee-highs seated in the floor watching a cartoon and waiting for the bell.